Technology invades the modern world

Chapter 30 Chen Jingrun's Mysterious Training
As a professional talent assigned to Hong Kong, Chen Jingrun naturally had to undergo rigorous training before going.

Careful preparations must be made from China to him personally, and then to Hong Kong.

From identity protection to financial support, from contact arrangements to academic preparation.

All he needs to do is receive training.

In theory, the training includes five aspects: academic preparation, language training, social and cultural adaptation, practical skills and safety training.

Chen Jingrun was asked to prepare the academic preparation on his own. It would be a joke if he could not get into the top 50.

Not only did he have this confidence, but Hua Luogeng also had it. There was absolutely no way he would not be able to pass the fifty places.

Not to mention fifty, even if there were only five, Chen Jingrun would be able to pass the exam. This is the confidence of a top mathematician.

So there are only four other aspects that need training.

He was sent to Guangzhou for training three months ago.

"Hong Kong is a special place. You have to be well prepared and not make any mistakes."

First, Hua Luogeng greeted him, and then someone else told him in the airtight conference room.

The language training went more smoothly than expected, because he already knew English and the only thing he needed to practice was speaking.
The English teacher used "English for Scientists" to train Chen Jingrun, and it took less than a week for him to go from being slightly unfamiliar with daily expressions to being proficient in them.

However, the Cantonese class really gave him a headache. The teacher was an old man transferred from Guangdong, with a hoarse voice: "Hello is 'nei hou', sorry is 'm goi sai'!" Chen Jingrun was sweating profusely while learning, but thinking of the unfamiliar Cantonese signs on the streets of Hong Kong, he gritted his teeth and persevered, practicing in front of the mirror every day until he could stumble out a few words asking for directions.

In the simulated scene, he was asked to play the role of a Hong Kong citizen and order food in a teahouse.

"I want a bowl and two pieces of food," he said in stiff Cantonese, which caused laughter from the Cantonese people around him.

Miss Lin, who was in charge of teaching him, corrected him: "It's 'yat chung leung gin'. Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Chen Jingrun blushed, but secretly made up his mind that he would never show weakness in Hong Kong.

In the last month before his departure, Chen Jingrun was taken to a simulation training ground to learn practical skills for living in Hong Kong.

An instructor named Zhao handed him a map of Hong Kong, pointed to Kowloon and Hong Kong Island, and said, "Remember, trams run from east to west, and ferries cross Victoria Harbour. Rent is not cheap."

Chen Jingrun learned how to count Hong Kong dollars—the colorful banknotes dazzled him. He also simulated renting an apartment. Faced with the "landlord's" nagging, he clumsily bargained in Cantonese: "Can you make it cheaper?" Instructor Zhao nodded, "I'm getting the hang of it."

After training every day, he would stand in front of the map and memorize the streets: Causeway Bay, Mong Kok, Central... These names were strange and mysterious, as if calling him into another world.

In the last week before leaving, Section Chief Zhang's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Comrade Jingrun, Hong Kong is different from the mainland. The English are watching us, and KMT also has spies." Section Chief Zhang handed him a booklet with secret codes and emergency contact information.

"If there's an emergency, go to a teahouse in Central, order a pot of Longjing tea, and the waiter will take you to see someone."

Chen Jingrun was required to learn how to conceal his identity, pretend to be a local Hong Kong student, and even practice how to respond to interrogations.

"Where are you from?" Section Chief Zhang asked in mock fashion. "I'm from Hong Kong, but I grew up in the New Territories," Chen Jingrun replied in Cantonese, his voice trembling slightly. Section Chief Zhang also taught him how to use newspaper to convey messages: fold it into a triangle, clip it to a specific page, and drop it at a designated location.

His palms sweated as he practiced, and he thought, "How can this be a mathematician's job?"

After three months of training, Chen Jingrun stood at the Yangcheng Wharf Railway Station, ready to go to Hong Kong.

His suitcase contained math notebooks, an English dictionary, and some old clothes, but he was filled with mixed emotions: he was excited to have a seminar with Professor Lin, but also uneasy about the unknown journey ahead.

Hua Luogeng's words of encouragement are still fresh in my mind: "Jingrun, show your talent and don't bring shame to the country."

Section Chief Zhang's reminder also echoed in my heart: "Remember, keep a low profile and put safety first."

September 1th, 2025

The sky over Hong Kong is as clear as a blue sky, and a gentle breeze blows in from Victoria Harbour, mixed with the salty smell of sea water and the sound of distant whistles.

A tense yet exciting atmosphere permeated the campus of Hong Kong University. On the lawn at the school gate, a bright red banner fluttered in the wind, inscribed in bold, powerful handwriting: "Warmly welcome Professor Lin Ran to Hong Kong University."

The students gathered in groups of three or five, some whispering while holding their books, some craning their necks to look, their eyes full of anticipation for this world-renowned mathematician.

The main thing is that he is handsome, young and handsome.

Before coming to Hong Kong, the photo of Lin Ran, Yang Zhenning and Li Zhengdao published in the "Chinese American Daily" had already been widely circulated in Hong Kong newspapers.

The young students, especially the female students, were all looking forward to Lin Ran's arrival.

He is young, handsome and talented. I heard that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet and he is very rich. Hong Kong newspapers even revealed that Lin Ran's annual salary is over 30,000 US dollars. The girls at Hong Kong University are all eager to try for Lin Ran.

Just like Tang Monk who fell into the Spider Cave and was coveted by everyone.

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, a black Austin sedan slowly drove into the school gate, its wheels rolling over the gravel road, making a slight rustling sound.

The car door opened and Lin Ran got out. He was wearing a custom-made dark grey suit that John Morgan had arranged for him. His tie was tied neatly and he had a gentle smile on his face. Despite the fatigue of the journey, his eyes were still as bright as stars.

His appearance instantly ignited the atmosphere, and the crowd burst into warm applause. The female students present even waved their notebooks excitedly.

Sir Abraham Lincoln, the president of Hong Kong University, was the first to come forward. He was dressed in a black academic gown, his silver hair gleaming in the sunlight, and he walked steadily with a friendly, professional smile on his face.

Sir Abraham Lincoln was an Englishman of Kangaroo descent. He served as the president of the University of Hong Kong from 1949, for which he was awarded the Commander of the Order of the British Empire and the title of Knight.

Following behind him were a group of guests: Professor Zhang, the head of the Department of Mathematics, a tall, thin, middle-aged Chinese man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and several members of the Board of Directors, who were also dressed in suits and looked very impressive.

In addition, reporters from major media outlets were holding notebooks and could no longer suppress their urge to interview.

Sir Lincoln extended his hand and spoke first in fluent English: "Professor Lin, welcome to Hong Kong University. Your arrival is a milestone in our academic community."

(End of this chapter)